"Where is the Yin Spirit? Tell me, where did that Yin Spirit go? Didn't you say it was fail-proof? That I wouldn't lose it even between the expansive blue sky and the vast yellow spring?"
In the gloomy, death-laden city, scattered with bones and teeming with the mournful cries of Spectral Souls, a young man with his hair tied with a golden clasp, cloaked in a white robe, coldly stared at two grey-robed elders fiddling with a compass like magical instrument. His voice roared like a despicable ghost, an enraged spirit's howl,
"Why is it untraceable now, tell me, how did you guarantee it to me initially? You urged me not to take action hastily, but now, not even a shadow could be found."
"Young Sect Master, please calm down, just give us a little more time, this Thousand Yin Detector is one of the most fundamental spiritual treasures passed down in the Ghost Soul Sect, we are not yet familiar with it, which is why we couldn't find the traces of the Yin Spirit."
